Parvati had spent the better part of a week planning this birthday outing. A twin herself, her heart burned when she realized that this would be George's first birthday when he would grow a year older than his brother-the first of many such. She may have a row or two with Padma, but her twin was half herself. She needed her like air, or water, or love. It was essential and elemental. She needed some way to give George space to grieve, and celebrate, and love. She had been flipping through Witch Weekly when the ad popped out at her, and she knew exactly what to do. She quickly contacted the owner of the business and reserved the whole place for George and herself. She hoped he hadn't seen the same ad and figured it out. Pulling her long hair into a ponytail, and grabbing the large box on her dresser (which managed to tinkle and jangle suspiciously, she stopped to put a silencing charm on it), she skipped out the door.
Making the short journey to George's shop wasn't as easy as she had hoped (the box sure got heavier the longer she carried it), but she managed to make it with a whole minute to spare. She looked around outside the shop, and spotted the toilet seat she had used as a portkey; she hoped George would appreciate that. Satisfied that all was in order, she set her box down and knocked cheerfully at the shop door. His face came into view and once again her heart fluttered madly in her chest and her knees turned to jello. Steady lady, plenty of time for that later, she thought.
"Hello love," she said, kissing him quickly on the lips and pushing herself inside. "We have a lot to do, so why don't you two come along."